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Driving by the old house at night the windows glow on every side, a warm golden yellow. My eyes well up with yearning for home and I wonder, do the little birds that leapt so freely from their nests feel a pang of longing days, even weeks later, as they go winging by?...
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God of the summer rain, send us each a moment of shaking laughter or tears to crack open the dry, barren land of our hopes deferred. This post is linked with dVerse Poet’s...
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The way a snowflake melts into a river, this is one way to explain it; the way everything is changed and yet what was remains, now part of something more. This post is linked with dVerse Poets Pub. Photo credit:...
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Daughter At seven, she is like the first green shoot of spring, full of the promise of what’s to come. This post is linked with Five Minute Friday on the prompt, “She.” Click over to read more five minute posts...
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He was middle-aged, with a shock of honey-blond hair, dressed in a suit and tie. Crossing the street in front of me, he stood on the far corner, smoking a cigarette, waiting to cross again. Raising the thin tube to his lips, he took a drag, tilting his head as if to...
